You know you are drinking too much when

I was at a trendy bar tonight, Pegu Club on HOuston to taste some Zuidam Dry Gin with James Levine.

I started the evening by going to the wrong bar--a Mexican bar right next store. I did not look closely at the address or name because it just looked like the right location. I told the hostess I was meeting a man I did not know. She said there were no single men there. (attention women looking for men)
She directed me to the bar. I sat down, realizing that for once I was early--and that explained why James was not there.
The waiter asked me if I would like a drink. I said, "NO thank you, I was waiting to meet someone who wanted me to taste some very special gin." The waiter tactfully said, "Really? You know this is a tequilla bar."
I waited a little longer. Looked around. Looked at the name on the matches.
OOPS I WAS IN THE WRONG BAR.

But the plot thickens. I easily found James at the bar at Pegu Club. We laughed about having a little trouble finding each other. As we were chatting, another man came over. He asked me if I had been at Moda on Wednesday night.
I had been there tasting martinis and tapas.
Turns out he was the bartender at Moda and recognized me.

Am I going to get a reputation as a bar girl?